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Write Your Way to Writer of the Month
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Every month, iTwixie gives you a writing prompt to finish ANY WAY you want. Then we vote for a winner to see who will be iTwixie’s Writer of that Month. The winner gets a cool writer’s journal from our friends at Compendium!

So, get ready! Here’s this month’s prompt. Just let your mind go wild and write your paragraph. Be crazy. Be daring. And have fun!

 

“I have always wanted to go through a corn maze. Today is my big chance! The weather is a bit weird, but I won’t let that bother me. The corn maze looks endless and …”

 

Next week, on October 25, we will post all the entries (not until next week, mind) so you can vote for your fave. Then on November 1, the winner of the vote will be announced as Writer of the Month for October & she will earn this cool achievement:

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Writer of the Month Brainstorm
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Every month, iTwixie gives you a writing prompt to finish ANY WAY you want. Then we vote for a winner to see who will be iTwixie’s Writer of that Month. The winner gets a cool writer’s journal from our friends at Compendium!

So, get ready to BRAINSTORM! Here’s this month’s prompt. Just let your mind go wild and write your paragraph. Be crazy. Be daring. And have fun!

 

“I stare at my ceiling. A storm forms in my brain. It won’t stop. Science Fair is only a month away and I have to win. All I have to do is…”

 

Next week, on September 20, we will post all the entries (not until next week, mind) so you can vote for your fave. Then on September 27, the winner of the vote will be announced as Writer of the Month for September & she will earn this cool achievement:

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And she’ll also get an uber cool journal from Compendium!

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Thank you, Compendium, for your ongoing sponsorship of this terrific competition!

iTwixie’s Writer of the Month rocks!

 

 

 

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NINJA Writer in the Spotlight
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This story is by @silverlynx and was written for the Writer of the Month.  Congratulations, @silverlynx for winning Writer of the Month and for sending in this amazing entry! Check out these cool answers by @silverlynx:

1) What part about writing do you like most?

My favorite part about writing is that you can wander freely in your imagination. You can make your character do stuff you normally won’t do, like, getting a nose piercing, or getting a snake as her/his pet. I wouldn’t do both.

2) If you could be any character from any book, who would you choose to be?

This is a difficult question! But I think I would like to be the Elf owl Gylfie, from Guardians of Ga’hoole, by Kathryn Lasky. Gylie, though small, is strong and intelligent. She’s my favorite character.

3) What kind of feedback would you like to hear from iTwixie girls? a) editing ideas b) where they would like the plot to go c) what they like best from this chapter d) other (your choice)

I like to see what my readers like about my story. Positive feedback is very motivating. I like to hear if my stories are enchanting enough, or spirited enough. I dislike shallow story-writing.

 

I have always wanted to take martial arts classes. I love the grace and power of a good kick! As I went for my first class, I saw, Bella, the girl who I once was a friend with. But she was mean to me, therefore I broke the friendship, Ever since she’s been mocking me. When she saw me, she sneered at me as if saying, looks like the loser girl Nadia has taken to martial arts. Kung Fu isn’t for you. I glared at her.
”Welcome, Nadia Andrews. I’m glad you’re here,” teacher Madda said.
She may be short, but her body was straight and muscular. I wouldn’t like to get in a fight with her.
She smoothed her hazelnut hair and said, ”Class, greet Nadia Andrews. This girl is taking Kung Fu!”
Bella spoke up sneering,
”She’s such a puny thing. How is she going to do Kung Fu?” I gritted my teeth.
”Bella, you better shut your sneering mouth before the teacher puts you in detention.”
Bella laughed. ‘
‘The teacher likes me,” she replied, leering at me.
”I wouldn’t, if I was Madda,” I snapped.
Bella stepped forwards. And slapped me. I staggered back and fell on the ground.
Bella snarled at me, ”Better go home and sulk, won’t you, Nadia?”
I got up. ”Never.”
Bella smiled. ”Then face me,” she hissed.
”My pleasure,” I spat back.
I got up and tossed my hair, and walked towards the line of students, who were staring at me. I fastened my red hair in a pony tail, my green eyes glinting with anger.
”What are you staring at?” I snapped.
The students sniggered. They were all at Bella’s side. No one wanted to mess with Bella.

Back at home, I sulked. I plunked down on my bed, feeling horrible and furious. Kung Fu was just rotten with those rotten students, who cared more for Bella, then for Kung Fu. Kung Fu refers to the strengthening of the body and mind. I would strengthen my body and mind, against Bella’s. I tossed a pillow in the air and watched it fall. Hey, maybe I can improve if I start aiming. I got up and grabbed the pillow. I tossed it in the air. I kicked. I felt my toes brush against the pillow’s edge. Nearly. I tossed it again. I kept on kicking until I mastered kicking the pillow. It took work, and I had epic fails and great victory. My last kick was great. I tossed the pillow in the air and aimed and kicked. My bare foot landed in the middle of the pillow.

”YES!” I yelled. ”I did it!”

The door opened and my older sister, Ellen, came in.

”What ARE you doing?” she demanded.

”Practising,” I panted. She knew what I meant, and she grabbed the pillow.

”Block it with your arms. The pillow’s the enemy,” she said.

Ellen did many martial arts. She’s a black-belt in Kung Fu.

”I’ll help you,” she said.

She threw the pillow at me. I tried to block but it hit my on my head.

”Fail. Try again,” she said.

She threw it at me. I blocked it, but my arms were in loser Kung Fu position.

”Bad,” she said.

”I know,” I yelled as she threw the pillow towards me.

That block was better. It was hard.

Then she said, ”Well, that’s enough. Show me your kick.” I showed her.

”Not bad,” she said. ”Teacher Madda should be proud of you.”

When I walked into Kung Fu class the next day, teacher Madda wasn’t there yet. The students were clustered around Bella, gaming with their phones or gossiping. This was so bad. They didn’t learn, they cared only for gaming and gossip. I decided to learn them a lesson.

”GET UP,” I yelled.

They looked up in surprise. Then Bella said, ”Oh, it is little Nadia Andrews. So, try to join OUR group? No way.”

I replied, hissing.

”As if I want. Kung Fu refers to training your mind and body…but so far you are only talking about CELEBRITIES and BOYS and GAMING. And so far as I see, you’re not doing any effort in Kung Fu. Bella, I do not see any evidence that teacher Madda likes you. It is a down right lie.”

They were shocked. ”I’ve practised my aim every day. My aim has improved. And yours, Bella? Yours?”

I grabbed my backpack and pulled out my pillow.

”Watch,” I said.

Bella smirked. I tossed the pillow high. I jumped, my foot landing right in the middle of the pillow.

Then I grabbed the pillow, tossed it to Bella and said, ”Throw it to me. Hard.”

Bella looked as if her birthday had come earlier. She threw it at me. I blocked easily.

”My sister has done Kung Fu and she’s way better than you and me. If you met her in a fight, you would either be in the hospital or you would run away. I want to be like her. Even better. I want to be like her and teacher Madda. You show no ambition whatsoever. It is disgusting. What do you want to do, Bella? Flirt? Gossip? Not me. I want to be a black-belt in Kung Fu. And I’m going to be.”

I picked the pillow up. I was about to toss it again for me to kick at but teacher Madda came in.

”Good work, good speech,” she said.

There was a look of horror on Bella’s face.

”Class, practice time. Onto the mat! Nadia, you first.”

I got onto the mat. Madda took a large hard cushion.

”Kick me,” she said.

I aimed and kicked.

”Faster.” I kicked again.

Then Madda dodged. I slipped into a Kung Fu position and aimed. I missed the middle. But my aim improved. I had to be a black-belt.

Ellen was such a help. She was like a second teacher Madda. She taught me many Kung Fu moves and positions. After an hour practice, she said, ”Well, that’s it for today. You’ve done well. Have you surprise Madda yet?”

I nodded. ”Very.”

I can’t wait for tomorrow, when I start my fight with…Bella. ”I’ll show her,” I hissed.

”Who?” Ellen asked. ”Bella.”

The next day I went on the mat opposite Bella. She looked livid.

”Bow,” Madda said. We bowed.

”Begin.”

Bella aimed a kick at me. I blocked. I slid into a Kung Fu position, calculating until the next blow. Bella aimed for my stomach. I dodged. Then I kicked at her, my foot’s heel shoving her off balance. I didn’t hurt her, but I put her off balance. Then she got up and punched my lip.

”FOUL,” the class roared.

Punching is not allowed. Madda looked angry.

”Do not do that again!” she snapped.

I felt blood on my lip. I licked it away and kicked Bella. She dodged, my my toes grazed her hip. She kicked my leg. I fell. I got up and blocked a head blow with my arms. I slipped into a Kung Fu position, glaring at her. Come and get me. I practised for months. You didn’t. She looked nervous, her eyelashes batting nervously, and she was breathing hard. For a moment we stared, both enemies. She aimed for me. I leapt out of position. Then she went mad. She grabbed my arm in a totally un-Kung Fu way, and twisted. I felt pain, but my mind mastered it, like Kung Fu tells you to do.

”FOUL!” The roar was louder, more anger in it. I ducked in a low Kung Fu position, slamming her hand away. Then I kicked her leg. She fell. I held her. ‘

‘You won, Nadia,” said teacher Madda.

I looked up, gasping. There was only silence.

Silence. I had won. Hard training, pain, no chatting with my friends, it had paid of for this.

”If you keep up like this, you’ll become a black-belt in no time,” teacher Madda said.

”I’ll continue. I will keep up the work,” I said.

I looked outside. The rain which had been pouring all day was gone, only revealing watery sunshine. I closed my eyes and smiled.

Try to be a black-belt and practice, it won’t be the same. You’ll work hard. You will have pain, you can’t really do anything else. But it is worth it. Really. You shall be proud. I mean it. And it is not only about Kung Fu. It is with everything. Work hard, and you shall be rewarded. It is worth it.

The End.

Would you like to be iTwixie’s next Writer in the Spotlight? Just send something you have written to submissions@iTwixie.com and you could be chosen!  

 

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Be Writer of the Month
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Here’s how it works:

Just finish this paragraph and you can be included in a vote next week for the iTwixie Writer of the Month for August! KEWL!

Just write 3-5 sentences. Then we’ll feature YOUR paragraph next week in a special vote. (Please note that your entry will not show up immediately!) The winner will get a gorgeous writer’s journal from our friends at Compendium!

Get writing, girls! The vote begins on August 23!

Here’s the prompt:

“I have always wanted to take martial arts classes. I love the grace and power of a good kick! As I went for my first class I saw…”
 

 

 

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iTwixie Spotlight: Have Fun Writing
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Welcome back to iTwixie Spotlight!

iTwixie’s Writer in the Spotlight is @ddchic

iTwixie asked @ddchic a couple of questions to help you get to know her. Have fun reading her answers and the story she submitted for Writer of the Month.

iTwixie: What part about writing do you like most?

ddchic:  I like it when I can put some humor into my story or some suspense!

iTwixie:
 If you could be any character from any book, who would you choose to be?

ddchic: Surprisingly, I would like to be Nikki from Dork Diaries by Rachel Renee Russell because she’s just like me

iTwixie:
 What kind of feedback would you like to hear from iTwixie girls? a) editing ideas b) where they would like the plot to go c) what they like best from this chapter d) other (your choice)

ddchic: d) I would love iTwixie girls to act out my story as if it was a play and then share it on video on iTwixie!

 

 

 

Here is the story @ddchic developed from the prompt for this month’s Writer of the Month. (the prompt is in quotes and bold print.)

Read it and let us know what you think in the comments section below:

“Yellow eyes peered through the darkness. My fire burned bright between me and those eyes. A cat? Dog? Bear? I wondered. Then I heard footsteps and a…” 

ghostly figure came upon me. I noticed the figure looked quite familiar. Then the noise it made, made me a bit scared and I became frightened. I backed away, then suddenly a roar! I screamed so loudly the whole campsite heard me. Finally, I noticed it was my obnoxious enemy, Keisha. She was wearing a “stupid” mask to scare me. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t fuss her out at all. So instead of doing that, I took out my diary and wrote some things I know I can’t say out loud like, “ughh what are you doing here Keisha?”

“I see you’re writing in your stupid little diary,” Keisha said.
“Well, yes I am, Keisha. But at least my ‘stupid little diary’ has more book smarts than you.”

After she heard that, she had a little hissy fit and sashayed to her pink glittery tent. I mean, I can’t be jealous, that’s so juvenile but really?! Who has a pink glittery tent? Which gives me more reason to not like her. Luckily, my friend Star came and invited me to her tent before mess. Keisha made another stupid comment on how wonderful she is and how plain my friend is. Any who, Star said she has a plan. So my friend makes any type of clothing. She said I could give Keisha a nice pink hat with glitter, of course. I was like, who brainwashed you into thinking that Keisha was nice? She didn’t let me finish. It’s a hat filled with a clear gel that will show up all green when she takes it off.

Then, I said, “that’s why I love you, Star.”
“Yup, I’m the best.”
“Yeah, I know that. But how am I going to give it to her? She’s just gonna kick me out of her tent. Especially while she is having her party in her teennnt!”
“See, you’re catching on,” Star said. “You can give it to her as an party gift and get, surprisingly, thanked! Or rudely, get kicked out. If she wears it and takes it off while she dances, then, boom, she’ll be screaming through the roof once she checks her hair in her mirror.”
“Ok! That’s the best plan you and I have ever come up with, Star.”

And the plan went great. Next thing you know, she came over to Star’s and my tent with green glowing hair. Fortunately, that was the color she doesn’t like. She came to the tent furious, her eyes were as green and evil as her hair was.

She shouted, “BLUE! DUNCAN! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!”
“What did we do? Star said.
“Yeah, we were just sitting here,” I said.”Oh yeah, you like the present I gave you?” I smirked.
“What do you think, Alexandria? Because your stupid hat made my hair look hideous!!!!”
“Like that’s the only thing that looks hideous,” Star whispered to me.

Keisha must have heard us cuz she got even madder.

“What’s wrong with the hat, Keisha? You never know it may be your secretly cheap conditioner you keep using.”
“UGHHHH, IM NOT FINISHED WITH YOU YET ALEXDRIA BLUE!!!”
“ok?” I said.

She sashayed away to her tent. Ugh, I can’t stand it when she sashays. Any who, Star and I had a fun little party of our own, a slumber party : )  Star gave me this cute hairstyle and I gave her one even cuter. Then we did each other nails. Afterwards, all the camp goers had to gather around the campfire and tell stories and sing. Of course, little miss perfect had to tell the best story and sing the best song. Even though she stinks at singing, everyone applauds. They’re scared she’s gonna claw their eyes out. When I sang my perfect song in my perfect voice people were beginning to clap, until Keisha forcefully looked into people eyes and told them not to clap. But that didn’t effect Star’s ability to be a best friend and clap for me.

Next day at camp:
My horrible hair plan backfired, everybody acted as if they loved her new hair. Then she turned it into big curls and made people like it even more. Man, I can’t stand her. Well, if she ever stops being perfect, will I ever stop writing in this diary? I guess we’ll see.

The next year:
I’m back at camp lame for another summer. The last time, I had a laugh here when Star and I decided to give Keisha a new hair color. That plan pretty much backfired with all the suck ups at this camp

…AND WHO IS THAT?!?! he was the most perfect, most beautiful, most handsome, most athletic boy I have ever seen and not one zit or ugly laugh line on his face. The only other time I saw someone this cute was when the weather man got botox that made his face look 20 years younger. Yup, he was that hot. I wanted to say, “Hi, welcome to camp.” But he was playing football with the boys. Boys and their stupid love for football.

So I just went to a place to set up my tent, until I saw two big wood cabins. I went to my counselor and I asked her what was up with the two big cabins.

She happily said, “this year you are sleeping with the girls in one and the boys will sleep in the other cabin.
“You don’t mean…NOOOOOOOOO!!!! I HAVE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH KEISHA?!?!?!”
“Yup,” she said with lots of joy.

Okay, I know this is going to be the worst summer ever. Luckily, I overheard Keisha talking to Ms. Jones saying she’s not going to sleep in the cabin because the covers are a 3 thread count and because Star and I were going to sleep in the same room with her. Wow, I can’t believe she said that! This a 4 thread count not 3. I know you were probably expecting me to say something about Star and me, but I really don’t care because — well, we don’t care. Oh, and I have some bad news. Star has cancer. I know shocking. All her hair fell out and now she wears this wig. Fortunately, she has this long pretty brown wig that she can curl and things like that. So her hair Is going to be way better than Keisha’s.

When she came in, Star looked swagged out. She had an Ally type of swag, you know Austin and Ally. So, you know, her outfit looked good. She had a white denim jacket then a blue shirt with white stripes. Then she had the cutest white jeans and some cute black combat boots. I so wanted to steal her clothes. But I know I can borrow them, so asking her would be an easier way of saying I so want your swag.

She gave me a big hug and said, “Now who is that?” She looked in that beautiful boys direction.
“Oh, I don’t know his name but isn’t he cute,” I sighed, and looked at the nameless wonder.
She snapped me out of my mini day dream and said, “No, not him! HIM!” She pointed at one of my friends named Tommy.
I said, “ewwwww, why do you like him?”
She looked at me and said, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Well he’s not really the apple of my eye, if you know what I mean.”
“Well, I’m going to talk to him.”
“Ok, whatever.”

She walked away then. She was right there when, BOOM, Keisha got right in front of her and kissed Tommy. “Hey babe, I see your playing football with your friends.”

Star was crushed. She walked away and shed no tears, because she’s so strong. I noticed while Star walked away, Keisha saw the new boy and blew him a kiss. Then he looked around all confused. Then he looked at her and said, “eww.” I guess stuck up, pink and glitter loving evil girls aren’t his type…GOOD!

 

So, did you have fun reading this? Let @ddchic know what you thought in the comments below:

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You Can Be Writer of the Month
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Write a little campfire story and you could win Writer of the Month!

Just finish this paragraph and you can be included in a vote next week for the iTwixie Writer of the Month for JULY! KEWL! Just write 3-5 sentences. Then we’ll feature YOUR paragraph next week in a special vote. The winner will get a gorgeous writer’s journal from our friends at Compendium!

Get writing, girls! The vote begins on July 26!

Here’s a prompt to get you started:

“Yellow eyes peered through the darkness. My fire burned bright between me and those eyes. A cat? Dog? Bear? I wondered. Then I heard footsteps and a…”

 

 

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Help Celebrate Our Writer of the Month
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I stare at the pool. I know I can do it. Just jump, I keep thinking. But how do you make a big splash? The splash has to be at least 6 feet high to qualify for the next round. I hold my breath and…bend my knees so far that I’m nearly squatting. I push off with all the strength I’ve got left. My feet leave the diving board as I curve in an ark, my hands 1st, then my head, shoulders, all the way down to my feet. As I hit the surface, I hear the crowd hold their breath. I smoothly cut under the surface, all my muscles pumping. as I resurface, I don’t hear applause, or cheering. As the judges discuss my splash, I hear a voice in the crowd. ” You can do it!” my BFF Amy shouts. As the judges slowly flip over the scorecards, everyone holds their breath. There are some doubts creeping into my brain, but I shake them off as I look at the judges, my heart racing. 10, 10, and 10! “Yes!” I scream over the crowd, my voice echoing through the stadium. My whole family and Amy race down, with shining faces. “You did it!” shouts Amy racing over to hug me. As her arms wrap around me, I whisper in her ear, ” I’m sorry.” Then she hugs me even tighter back and whispers, “me too.” Soon, my parents surround me, and I know this is where I belong.   @coolpurple

Congratulations, coolpurple, you are the June Writer of the Month. You have won an uber cool writer’s journal from Compendium and a Writer of the Month Achievement Award! Great job!!

 

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Writer of the Month Contest
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Just finish this paragraph and you can be included in a vote next week for the iTwixie Writer of the Month for JUNE! KEWL! Just write 3-5 sentences. Then we’ll feature YOUR paragraph next week in a special vote. The winner will get a gorgeous writer’s journal from our friends at Compendium!

Get writing, girls! The vote begins on June 21! Here’s this month’s prompt:

“I stare at the pool. I know I can do it. Just jump, I keep thinking. But how do you make a big splash? The splash has to be at least 6 feet high to qualify for the next round. I hold my breath and…”

 

 

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iTwixie Spotlight: Write Like Her
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Introducing iTwixie Spotlight!

 Writer in the Spotlight is @Gertie1999.

iTwixie asked Gertie1999 a couple of questions to help you get to know her. Have fun reading her answers and the first chapter of her book!

iTwixie: What part about writing do you like most?

Gertie1999: Being able to get my ideas out freely and making up characters and their personalities. It is just so much fun and gets my ideas flowing.

iTwixie: If you could be any character from any book, who would you choose to be?

Gertie1999: Hmm…Probably Summer from the book Wonder by R. J. Palacio

iTwixie: What kind of feedback would you like to hear from iTwixie girls? a) editing ideas b) where they would like the plot to go c) what they like best from this chapter d) other (your choice)

Gertie1999: d) All of the above are welcome. I love to hear people’s opinions on my writing!

 

Here is the first chapter of a book Gertie1999 is writing! See what you think and let us all know in the comments below:

Worlds Apart

Chapter One

I’m not that smart. People often tell me I am but I’m not… Never have been, probably never will be. Why else would I struggle on tests and quizzes even though the teacher has been going over the material for a few weeks?

I see my life as a slideshow. Remember those days when the teacher would show a slideshow on the projector on a Friday afternoon and you would be longing to go home and do what you wanted to do? That is how I see life. My memories can kind of be spread out just like that. One memory after the next but some are in fragments. And then when your parents tell you a memory you have long forgotten you can’t help but wonder when was I there? My body must have been there but my mind must have checked out.

I sighed as I sat in my chair in my Math class. I looked around and saw the usual obnoxious people. It seems they always come in and never miss a single day but the nice, decent people miss a day or two.

I’m different than most people my age. Mostly it’s the things I like. Instead of being a fan girl over the usual no talent singers and all I love The Beatles and David Cassidy.

I’m not the most popular girl at school. In fact, I’m probably the least popular. Kids say “Eww” as I walk or “Oh my god!”. I’ve always been the least popular though. I can see why too. I wasn’t as pretty as half the girls at my school though. I was skinny, but I wore glasses and I wasn’t the “same” as all the middle school girls expect you to be. It’s as if you stand out for one second then wham they start saying rude comments to you and talking you down.

The only time I can ever really find true friends is online. It’s easier to find friends on there. Because instead of having to look everywhere for a true friend you can just simply find a fan site and right there you can talk to a bunch of other fans.

 

Remember, let Gertie1999 know your thoughts in the comments below!

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Writer of the Month Vote
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These paragraphs will be featured for a week so you can choose iTwixie’s May Writer of the Month! The winner will get a writer’s journal! Just read the paragraphs below and vote for your fave! The winner will be announced next week on May 31.

The prompt is in italic print and quotes, the rest of the paragraph is by the member! Aren’t these fun to read?

1) “Nothing can ruin today because it is my birthday! The clouds will melt away and the sun will shine, I just know it. Even that grumpy looking person coming my way…”  Oh no! Maybe she can! It’s Raelei Curtis! She immediately starts pestering me. I’m starting to get irritated. I turn around, smile sweetly, and ask,”Do you need something Raelei?” Surprised, she asks,”Are you really friends with that dork Micheala, or do you just feel sorry for her.” Her question is offensive. I’ve known Micheala for two years and she was the only one of my friends who listened to my problems and she didn’t abandon me for two girls she had just met, like my “friend” Paige. She had some problems with her temper and kids verbally tortured her almost everyday. Whenever she stands up for herself, they laugh at her like she is a joke. Raelei was one of her tormenters. She understood what it was like for people to treat her like she is worthless. So my expression turned fierce as I answered,”Of course she is my friend. And I do not like it when one of my friends are insulted. Now I have to get to class.” Then I walked off to History with a big smile on my face. @FantasticFrenzy

2) “Nothing can ruin today because it is my birthday! The clouds will melt away and the sun will shine, I just know it. Even that grumpy looking person coming my way…”  is gonna be okay. The world has turned with me for a year more. I’m a year wiser, a year better. Nothing can hurt, tease, or desert me because today is my day, the day the world celebrates me. The one day of the year where you are two years at once. Birthdays rock!  @playful52

3) “Nothing can ruin today because it is my birthday! The clouds will melt away and the sun will shine, I just know it. Even that grumpy looking person coming my way…”  I am going to have a great day and nothing can stop me. I’m going to have a wonderful, lavish party with all of my friends from school and my relatives. This day will always be a fond memory of mine, I can just feel it. And nothing can change it or stop it. Because my birthdays always turn out wonderfully.  @Gertie1999

4) “Nothing can ruin today because it is my birthday! The clouds will melt away and the sun will shine, I just know it. Even that grumpy looking person coming my way…”  is going to end up smiling at me because I know there is this birthday glow that follows me whereever I go. I am the most happy girl on the planet today. It is my birthday. MINE. And this is the day that I get to celebrate me. Sure, maybe my friends will get me a gift. My family will make something special for me, too. But today I will get a special gift from me… I will be a year older a year stronger and a year bolder. Yay. Me. :)   Don’t you feel like this on your birthday too? I hope so.   @missmonkey

 

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